Sure, now ivery child knows what's guvermint. It's half a dozen gintlemen an' the loike maybe, that meets an' thinks what's best fer thimsilves, an' thin says that's best fer us — an' that's guvermint.
I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.
